We forget we’re mostly water till the rain falls and every atom in our body starts to go home.
There’s blood on the windowpane, falling like fresh autumn rain. Goddamn, it’s September already.
There’s blood in the hallway, it’s seeping in to the carpet like hot, bitter coffee. Goddamn, it’s morning already.
There’s blood on the bedsheets, it stains like a bitch and it never comes out. Goddamn, it’s time I bought darker bedding.
There’s salt water on the pillow, it tastes like the sea, but it’s dripping out of me. Goddamn, it’s time to grow up.
There’s whisky in my blood, it’s burning me up and soothing my heart. Goddamn, it’s time to keep drinking.